I'm in my father's house, not house, living there, there's Uncle B**** and P**, at the end of a hall there's an antique phone, land line...Uncle P** tells me to call this number, it's a scam or something, as soon as I lift the receiver there's a voice telling me that I've done something wrong and the police have been dispatched.
We shrug, we've done nothing wrong...
I can't seem to find my room, opening doors, so many doors, he's let out some of the rooms to strangers, I see beds in each of the rooms, otherwise bare...
I'm drinking cranberry juice and soda, we have a soda machine, don't know why, I'm thirsty, but can't seem to quench the thirst, no matter how much ice I add the juice is never cold enough...
...driving, in my jeep, following a car, cutting across the states from Montana through Idaho and into Washington...the road is full of snow, the car ahead of me is trying to speed but the road is too slippery, I'm in no rush and back off, through a tunnel, exiting the road is completely blocked by a snow drift, an ice cave follows the general direction of the road, but it's impassable, you can see the colors of daylight through the snow above, I get out to take a picture, get my phone, this would be a great panorama, but my fingers, they're not working as they should, I can't seem to get the passcode in, the phone/camera isn't working...